[Verse: Skeme]
(Right)
I'm just trying to find me a lick (yeah)
Ride around town with a stick (yeah)
Top down on a European whip (yeah)
And I'm getting topped down by your sis (yeah)
Ya'll n*ggas ain't have no chips
Ya'll little n*ggas don't belong on the 5th
Ya'll can't afford the sh*t that I sip
250 on that Activis here
You the type that get plummed by a b*tch
I am the type that the same b*tch sit
I am a psych keep a gun on my hip
Talk talk get the gun to your lip
You the type that keep talking talking
Talking talking till you get hit
Same n*gga keep lying lying
Lying lying tell me like you rich
You need to peel to cheer up
You need to pint to cheer up
I don't need nothing to cheer up
If you push the button then I m trip
You f*ck around I'ma double the clip
Let em go till it none in the clip
Since today had so much
I'ma push it up on this sh*t
I really got broads in Atlanta
Went to Neiman's with some cards and some scanners
I put a 4 in peace, christ
20 hours give a f*ck about the fam
All of my n*ggas some gangstas
Big B's and red bandanas
Lil shawty I f*ck on yo whore
And dip dip dip, Juelz Santana
The b*tch I'ma truth ain't no doubt about it
My gunner gonna shoot ain't no doubt about it
Gang Gang Gang Gang
You can't it hear around b*tch you ain't got about it
If you say money ain't a thang
Then you must ain't had the sh*t
I came from rag to riches
I got the right to be braggin b*tch
I don't know nothing a n*gga like me
Can't know nothing a n*gga like me
I don't know nothing a n*gga like me
Can't know nothing a n*gga like me
I don't know nothing a n*gga like me
Can't find you n*gga like me
I don't know nothing a n*gga like me
Cause there ain't one
b*tch I am serious
Yeah, Yeah
All that sh*t we know who it